Cultivation little Taoist

Chapter 635

"It wasn't until you appeared that I found an eyeball that could fit perfectly into my eye socket." Mr. Ruan took off his sunglasses and looked at Ye Feng with those sunken eye sockets:

"We are very similar, although the concept of good and evil is different, but you really are the one who understands and implements Taoism the most.

I like your eyeballs, and after getting your eyeballs, I should also be able to get some of your abilities. "

Ye Feng shook his head: "If just now I thought you were a person who made me indistinguishable from good and evil, now I think you are a heinous person.

You can't take my eyeballs away.

Moreover, it is absolutely impossible for you to leave China. "

"Oh? Really?" Mr. Ruan smiled, "Then let's try."

The thousands of eyes on Mr. Ruan's body suddenly radiated light and landed on these innocent souls. They all looked up to the sky and screamed, and at the same time, the yin energy on their bodies increased sharply.

"Hey, I'm afraid the money sword won't work well." Ye Feng put the money sword into his belt, then put his hand around Pei Yan'er's tender waist, put his right hand in, and began to draw the sword.

Pei Yan'er groaned, Ye Feng gritted his teeth and pulled out a sword, it turned out to be Wan Feng's long sword.

"Historical Records Biography of Su Qin" records: "Wan Feng's sword can cut cattle and horses in land, cut geese in water, cut off the enemy, strengthen the armor and iron curtain, and cut rui with leather, all of which are perfect."

This is a sword that is sharper than Longquan Sword.

That's enough!

Ye Feng stepped on the ground and rushed out suddenly, while chanting words:

"Three edicts shake the thunder and move the heavenly soldiers. In the center of Taiji Liangyi Town, the 64 hexagrams are arranged in arrays. The evil spirits and ghosts turn into dust. Liu Ding Liujia guards on the left and the heavenly soldiers and generals guard the right side. ! Xiantian Zhen Gua, Shi!"

Eight thunder talismans surrounded Ye Feng's body like eight rotating lights, and at the same time, the Wanfeng sword was also covered with a faint blue light of thunder and lightning.

Just one sword can cut down several ghosts at once. In this battlefield, he is like a god of death.

Zhang Lingxiu stood in front of Zhuge Ming and Pei Yan'er, "Defend the law for me, one blow will kill me."

Zhuge Ming and Pei Yan'er nodded, one took out the compass and began to change the direction of the gossip, while Pei Yan'er took out Muyun and used the vajra umbrella to prevent the five poisons from rushing to the three of them.

Zhang Lingxiu put the sword on his waist, and the shadow of King Yama appeared behind him.

Astonishingly, it was Hades who drew his sword and slashed!
Ye Feng quickly approached Mr. Ruan holding the Wanfeng sword, and Mr. Ruan smiled instead of being startled, and changed his hand formula. The thousand eyes on his body released more dazzling brilliance, turned into several long swords, and shot at Ye Feng fiercely.

"You are not qualified to play this!" Ye Feng said coldly:

"Throat god tiger ben, qi spirit draws fluid, meditation spirit refines liquid, dao qi lasts forever!"

Now Ye Feng is close to full of yin and virtue, and his energy is also very sufficient. Yu Jianjue instantly formed a pair of sword wings behind Ye Feng, and as Ye Feng danced the Wanfeng long sword in his hand, the thunder and lightning swords were also intertwined non-stop. Block the opponent's thousand-eye sword attack.

Ye Feng's forward movement did not slow down at all.

"Innate Zhen Gua! Break!"

"Royal Sword Art! Break!"

"One sword pierces the soul and descends to the underworld!"

After Ye Feng rushed to Mr. Ruan's side, he detonated all the magic spells on his body, and at the same time blasting an open space around him, Wan Feng's sword also stabbed Mr. Ruan's chest.

"Thank you." Mr. Ruan actually showed a smile, and then read aloud:

"Gathering of wronged souls, thousands of insects devour souls!"

The souls around here suddenly gathered into Mr. Ruan's body, and then a white light ran along Wan Fengjian's body, and suddenly entered Ye Feng's body.

Ye Feng was taken aback, pulled out his long sword suddenly and jumped.

"Surrender! Your uncle is really a lunatic!"

"I need your eyeballs, but I don't necessarily have to use my body to get your eyeballs." Mr. Ruan smiled fiercely, "Wouldn't it be better for your body to match your eyeballs?!"

Surrendering with one's own body is the most perverted surrender in Nanyang witchcraft.

And Mr. Ruan's self-sacrifice surrender is even more powerful by using the power of a thousand eyes.

Mr. Ruan's Qianmu surrender is to swallow Ye Feng's soul, and then enter his own soul into Ye Feng's body.

"Tianshi Ye, I'll wait for your body to be cleaned up. Hahaha!" Mr. Ruan slowly closed his eyes, and his soul had already entered Ye Feng's body following the white light.

"Yan Wang draws his sword and cuts!"

A silent sword energy erupted from Zhang Lingxiu's body suddenly, and all the five poisons around him were instantly wiped away. At the same time, Mr. Ruan's body became two knots.

"Killing chickens with a sledgehammer, to deal with these five poisonous insects and beasts, there is no need to use the king of Hades to slash them with his sword.

It's just that he didn't expect that the purpose of this guy was to take Ye Feng's body. "Zhuge Ming gritted his teeth and said, and hurriedly helped Ye Feng's crumbling body.

Sacrificial surrender is the ultimate surrender of Nanyang wizards. Ye Feng now feels that his soul is being swallowed by thousands of insects. Even if he uses Gang Qi to block it, it will not help.

"Send me to Beimao Mountain to find Xiao Xuanzi!"

Ye Feng cried out in pain.

"Is it useful?" Zhuge Ming had no idea about Nanyang witchcraft.

Not to mention the sacrificial surrender in Nanyang witchcraft.

"Maoshan Shushu is number one in the world!" Ye Feng yelled something similar to a slogan, and then passed out.

"Better as you said!"

Pei Yan'er came by car, Zhuge Ming put Ye Feng on the back seat of the car, it was just a bumpy movement of putting down, but Ye Feng woke up from the pain again, and after seeing himself in the back seat, he was struggling:

"I want to wear a seat belt in the co-pilot..."

Zhuge Ming was speechless for a while, but seeing Ye Feng's state that he couldn't die for a while, he felt a little relieved.

The original one-hour journey was abruptly shortened to less than 10 minutes by Zhuge Ming's drag racing. When he entered Beimao Mountain with Ye Feng in his arms, Xiao Xuanzi was stunned for a moment: "What's going on?"

Zhuge Ming briefly explained the matter, especially when it came to "Maoshan magic is the best in the world", Xiao Xuanzi also laughed loudly: "It's okay, I will help him expel this Nanyang witchcraft right away!"

Pei Yan'er was about to cry, "Xiao Xuanzi, can you do it! Don't you Maoshan people like bragging so much!

This is the sacrifice of Nanyang witchcraft..."

"It's just that you think our Maoshan is bragging, but in fact our Maoshan is a real bull." Xiao Xuanzi said with a smile, then put his hand on Ye Feng's pulse, and at the same time let Moyu enter Ye Feng's body.

"The technique of lowering the head in the Nanyang area is well-known, no matter the level, class, or ladies, everyone is amazed by the technique.

Therefore, children who cry abnormally, couples who quarrel, husbands who are not in love, family discord, old and young people with strange illnesses, mental illness, stagnant wealth, and poor career, etc., all of them are related to each other, and even require the master to treat them .

According to the folk tradition, the technique of lowering the head in Nanyang came from Hinduism. When the monk Sanzang of the Tang Dynasty went to India to pray for Buddhist scriptures in Tianzhu, when he returned home, he passed the Tongtian River in Annan, that is, the upper reaches of the Mejiang River that flows into Siam. To refine the ferry for the tortoise and dive halfway into the bottom of the river, trying to kill Tang Seng.

Although the later Tang monk did not die, all the scriptures he asked for sank to the bottom of the river. Fortunately, his disciples went into the water to pick them up, but only part of the Mahayana scriptures were retrieved, and the other part of the Hinayana prophecy was flowed into Siam by the water. Dedicated to the Siam monk emperor, I heard that this prophecy is the current technique of lowering the head.

Siam's head lowering technique is a fake copy of the prophecy, or a hand-copied copy, which lacks many orthodox techniques, so the kung fu is weaker than that of Maoshan.

The Maoshan I mentioned just now refers specifically to the North Maoshan.

The evil method of the supernatant is equivalent to the complete version of prophecy. Although it is also harmful to people, as long as the Taoist heart is not crooked, it is also a serious spell to drive away ghosts and demons, and there is even a way to suppress Nanyang witchcraft.

Sacrificial Surrender is undoubtedly just a surrender of the head of Nanyang wizards using all their cultivation bases and their own lives. In fact, we also have this kind of spell similar to the same death in our Shangqing evil methods, but it is more perfect than Sacrificial Surrender.

In other words, the sacrifice of life in Nanyang witchcraft is just a middle-level spell in the supernatural evil method. For us in Beimao Mountain, it is really not a big deal. "

Pei Yan'er breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhuge Ming also returned to the state of squinting his eyes: "Doesn't that mean that you Beimao Mountain can easily suppress Nanyang wizards?
Then why didn't the people who went to the border to fight against Nanyang wizards back then not have your disciples from Beimao Mountain? "

Xiao Xuanzi was not angry when faced with such questioning, but just smiled faintly:
"Let me answer your first question first.

From the perspective of traceability, our Beimao Mountain can indeed suppress Nanyang wizards at will, but spells do not represent cultivation. Some powerful Nanyang wizards release some head-downs. Because of their cultivation, we Beimao Mountain naturally have no way to undo them.

But the person who lowered Fengweizi's head was still below my level, the Heavenly Master of Beimao Mountain, and with the help of Mo Yu, the problem was not solved.

Next, I will answer your second question.

Now that you know that our Maoshan once went to the border to fight against Nanyang wizards, then you must also know the background of the era.

I admit that, on the one hand, we in Beimao Mountain are indeed cowardly, afraid of getting into trouble, and being labeled as a feudal superstition by others and ruined overnight.

Because the status and reputation of our North Maoshan Mountain is not as good as that of Nanmao Mountain, their Nanmao Mountain can be charged with this crime, and it is indeed the case.

On the other hand, I am not bragging. Since the development of Beimao Mountain, there are no more than ten people who can understand the evil law of the supernatant. In the past 200 years, I am the first person who has half-stepped into the evil law of the supernatant. disciple.

Most of the disciples at that time were people who used the evil methods of the supernatural to commit crimes. Naturally, they didn't have that kind of family and country feelings, and they didn't have the ability to fight Nanyang wizards. "

After Xiao Xuanzi finished speaking, Zhuge Ming also smiled: "Don't blame those who don't know."

"It doesn't matter, it's very difficult to take off our Beimaoshan hat in a short time. I was also very entangled in this before. Didn't I want to take away the orthodox position of Nanmaoshan?

But now I'm relieved, and one day, the evil law of the supernatant will flourish. "Xiao Xuanzi smiled.

Zhuge Ming nodded, "There will be such a day."

Then he looked at Ye Feng.

After about a stick of incense, Ye Feng also slowly opened his eyes...

(End of this chapter)